I walk among the trees. The shade is cool and comfortable.
My bare feet feel the soft grass as I walk towards Him. A Man.
He is dressed in a white robe. He wears a crimson red cloak over it.
He is tall, and very handsome. He stands at the water's edge.
His eyes gaze down at the stream. I stand away off, and watch Him.
He then sits down on a rock. He folds His hands in prayer.
He lifts up His eyes to the sky above. He speaks no words.
My heart starts to pound. My feet begin to walk towards Him.
He hears my steps, but doesn't turn around. I approach Him slowly.
Trembling, I reach out my hand and touch His shoulder.
His eyes turn and look into mine.
Deeply moved, I fall to my knees. He touches me.
He lifts my chin. His eyes are full of love. I begin to weep.
He gathers me into His strong arms. I take His hand in mine.
I can see the nail scars. I caress them with my fingers.
We speak no words. Tears flow from my eyes and down my face. I cling to His robe.
He holds me close. And I never want to let Him go.
Lord Jesus, I am yours.
Written in the Spirit, 2003
He had long silvery hair and a sweet smile. He was as tall as my forehead.
We walked to the playground. We talked about the weather. He gave me the power of the clouds and the sun.
We watched the children at play. He smiled lovingly at them and me.
We held hands and prayed together. We walked on.
He bought me ice cream. Chocolate, which He knew is my favorite.
Down the road, dark clouds began to gather. Wondrously cool rain fell upon us. Our hearts leapt with joy.
I looked up. I saw the clouds moving away. The sun peeked out from beyond. We walked on. Then Jesus told me to close my eyes. He turned me round. I opened my eyes.
There in the sky was a beautiful rainbow. He placed it there just for us. I wept.
We walked some more.
\Jesus sang to me. His tender voice echoed deep into my soul. He sang and sang. My heart felt as if it wanted to burst.
Then He had to go away. I wept on His shoulder.
Jesus held me close. Ever so gently. He kissed me. Tears fell down my face.
I watched Him disappear from view. But I knew I was no longer alone.
Fondly dedicated to my best friend and sister in the Lord, Donna, May 2002. I love you.
Within its banks are the tears I've cried.
Swarthing furrows in the muck and mire,
Coursing down my cheeks from my desire.
Hold me, Jesus, I am weak and worn.
Only to You have I promised and sworn.
I will still praise You, whatever it takes,
Through the stormy winds and the wavy breaks.
O see my tears, how they cascade down;
This world so sinful makes me frown.
I am grieved in spirit, touch me now;
Heal my broken heart, and smooth my fevered brow. Selah.
O COME, LORD JESUS, AND SET THINGS ARIGHT.
ALL ELSE IS VANITY AND HOPELESS FLIGHT.
WHEN YOU ARRIVE IN YOUR GLORY SO FAIR,
I WILL COME TO MEET YOU IN THE AIR.